Tuesday, April 30, 2013

April Thirtieth

The comforting blanket of the night
Slowly drifted down over the
Crickets chorused in the last light of the
Much had happened in the past month
Followed by what would happen in the next
Made clear by the darkness.
The child-feared realm of
Infinite possibility
Stretched out before her.
When light gave way to darkness
And order to chaos
And the monsters
To escape one's mind
Became intangibly real.
As growing had shown
The darkness that brought real the monsters
Also gave life to beautiful
Unbelievable dreams.
Where once stood an
Stood a
A forest only she could see.
The Forest of Dreams and Nightmares.
Not so different as you might think.
So similar, in fact, that they are one.
Through this forest she traveled
Watching over the
          Darkest and lightest
Thoughts of the town's subconscious mind.
Compared the forest
She had the stature of an ant.
Not half as large
As a half-forgotten dream.
She crawled and climbed
Watching fantasies and sorrows.
A goal achieved
   A test aced
      A friend cheated.
A game won
   A dream followed
       A devastating accident
A first kiss
   A nervous man preparing to propose
      A lonely girl, weeping over the loss of a love never won.
They walked through The Forest of Dreams and Nightmares,
Not as different as you might think.
She shared in their sorrows and triumphs,
Until the Coming of the Light:
   Bringer of order
   Destroyer of peace.
She watched as the darkness reseeded
And the light reclaimed
Furious monsters
  Turned back into old sweatshirts
And previous realities
   Into impossible dreams.

Monday, April 29, 2013

April Twenty Ninth

Tiny blonde fairy
Dancing around
Circle of mushrooms
A trap for the mind.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

April Twenty Eighth

Predictably unpredictable storm
Envelops everyone in its
Complicatedly simple patterns.
Wondering spirits
Drift past each other
Without realizing they're
Wondering at all.
Small miracles
Constantly unnoticed.
The mysterious wonder of

Saturday, April 27, 2013

April Twenty Seventh

The word thief
Moves swiftly from
Book to book
And mind to mind,
Spiriting innocent vocabularies
Off into the night.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

April Twenty Fifth

He stood at the gallows,
Patiently awaiting
Imminent death.
He had been
Of his ice-blue raincoat
And stood now
As any other.
He did not resent
Only hoped
That as he left this world, his
Of a better one
Would not
With him.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

April Twenty Fourth

Had once been placed
On the great leader
In the ice-blue raincoat.
But as the rebellion
Continued climbing
To a lofty place of
They felt a little too safe.
When they crashed down,
Did the blame.
And the once proud
LEADER of the rebellion
Fell prey
To the war
He had created.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

April Twenty Third

The dolphins dance before the dock,
As the dark water
The color of ink
Bubbles with their playful splashing.
The heavy aroma of fresh
Rain clinging to the air.
The rebel
With the ice-colored raincoat
Sits on the dock
Watching the dolphins.
A long forgotten smile
For the long forgotten rebel

Monday, April 22, 2013

April Twenty Second

Into minutes
Into hours.
Time floats
Languidly by
On the drifting cloud
Known as vacation.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

April Twenty First (a.k.a. Both Sides of the Tracks)

Dreamers contemplating
The changing of the seasons,
And the tiniest of bugs.
And however they are.
In blissful
Unknown harmony
They change the world.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

April Twentieth

Clarity in the
Midst of chaos
Is a
To be able to see
Yourself and someone you
Care about going down
Without the power to stop it.
For change
Coming a day
Too late.
The past
In the past
No matter how much you want that
To change.
Because chaos
Is never as orderly
As imagined
And no one truly knows
What they'll do
Until they're doing it.

Friday, April 19, 2013

April Nineteenth

An absent daydream
Turned into a waking nightmare.
One moment coasting along
To the
Beat of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun",
And the next coasting
Past the pole and
Off the road.
Rended metal and a
Giant explosion.
Ears ringing!
But from where?
A yell
And then running
Out of the car
Away from the disaster
Back onto the unexpectedly perilous road.
Too many people.
Too many questions,
And too many empty undeserved accusations.
Too much pain and
Too many tears
On one used-to-be peaceful Spring day.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

April Eighteenth


   On a sea of darkness

        Into a...


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

April Seventeenth

The full
Beautiful oak
Had but one flaw.
A single and overall
It sat
Small and undefined
Among the large
Deeply colored
Full leaves.
They rustled together
In a soothing cacophony
Each time the wind blew.
Together they were louder,
But the small
Leaf was not heard.
As they had always seemed to
The leaves acted in unison.
All at once they started to change
And yellow.
As usual, the
Leaf remained away
So that by the time the other leaves
Were brilliant shades of orange and red, the
Leaf was just starting to
And yellow.
In small groups the leaves
Fell away from the tree,
Following each other unquestioningly
Into what none of them had ever known.
As per usual, the
Leaf stayed behind.
It watched.
And it waited.
It saw as all the other leaves it had known
Without ever really being a part of
Faded away.
It watched as some fell straight to the ground
Cold and unforgiving
Never making it beyond what had always been.
It watched as some leaves
Carried by a great wind
And maybe a little bit of something else
Were carried off
Headed towards no one knew what.
It watched as some twirled through the air
In complex patterns
Looking as if they would go somewhere
Before falling back to the edges
Of what had always been known. The
Leaf waited, and it waited.
It waited for something to happen.
It waited for a certainty that would never be known.
It waited until that
Leaf was the only one left on the tree.
The leaf waited and waited
Because it was afraid of what was unknown. That
Leaf did not want to
Waste away being
It did not want to fall
In its one chance to succeed.
And so the
Leaf waited some more to be
No longer.
One day a great breeze came,
The greatest the leaf,
Or the tree for that matter,
Had ever known.
In this breeze the
Leaf clung to the tree
With a surprising amount of tenacious strength.
It clung
Until it was nearly too late. The
Leaf hung on
Trying to decide what to do,
Until the chance to do it nearly passed.
Until finally,
The maybe not-so-
After all leaf
Just let go.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

April Sixteenth

Spring time once again;
World beautifully renewed.
Too many damn bugs!

Monday, April 15, 2013

April Fifteenth

On a rock
Beside my house
Beneath a curved pine tree.
This is a place
Where I do find
Complete serenity.
The birds do sing
The squirrels do play
A peaceful cacophony.
In this place
Surrounding me
Complete serenity.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

April Fourteenth

Is a fiercely misunderstood entity.
It blankets the world in a comforting black cloak,
Leaving room for thoughts, rest, and peace,
And yet the night is feared.
The night is feared because thinking
Can be a frightfully dangerous pastime.
Is there anything lurking in the shadows to be feared,
Or do we fear the perceived "darkness" leaking from our own souls
Made harder to conceal in the night's inky blackness?
The darkness is beautiful.
Were it not for the dark,
We would never see the stars.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

April Thirteenth

Where does inspiration go
When it wonders off for a while?
Does inspiration need to be
Does it go on a grand adventure,
Travel all across the world,
The known and unknown universe,
To find a muse for the muse?

Friday, April 12, 2013

April Twelfth

Fleeting thoughts that
Flutter off into. . .
What was I going to say?

Thursday, April 11, 2013

April Eleventh

I wouldn't go as far as to say
All I did was ask
A question.
It would've been okay
If it was
Just me.
But he messed with
My best friend.
Some of us believe in trying anyways.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

April Tenth

The stars that twinkle with such light
Tell me it's time to say good night,
But still I wonder what is right
The dark unveils the mysteries of life.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

April Ninth

Burning the midnight
Oil. I could really use
A decent night's sleep.

Monday, April 8, 2013

April Eighth

Each spring,
Buds emerge cautiously
From the forest.
The longer the
Buds are exposed, the less
They become.
But in the final weeks of life,
More muted and diluted shades of
Return before the trees are left
Bony and bare
Waiting to find the
Of life again in the spring.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

April Seventh

Life as a teenager is a
You are expected to
Be a child and
An adult.
To be independent
And needy.
To be competent
And to accept our
At the first contradiction from our "superiors".
In the same day we are told to grow
And to stop growing,
To go and stop going.
Being a teenager
Is to always be underestimated when you can do it on your own
And overestimated when you really need help.
To be a teenager is to be a
Wrapped in irony.
Constantly trying to be both you
And who you "should" be.
To do what you want to do
And what you "should" do.
To fulfill the destiny you want to choose
And the "destiny" others would choose for you.
Being a teenager is learning to make choices
In a time when no one wants to let you choose.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

April Sixth

Bloodstained fields and
Cities so decimated they're more like

Raining bullets
A red moon on the rise
Promises of bloodshed this night.

Doomed dreams of
Doomed individuals
In doomed situations.

In a time when
Victories are tragedies and
Tragedies are victories.

When a horrendous explosion
Turns into a
Shining opportunity.

When one mans hero is
Another mans

And nothing

   makes sense

Friday, April 5, 2013

April Fifth

The fleetingness of
Inspiration that is gone
As soon as it's here ...

Thursday, April 4, 2013

April Fourth

Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick

The audible passage of time goes marching by.
Time for learning.
Time for growing.
Time for exploring.
Time for fingers flying across keyboards.
Time for leaving a mark on the world.
Time for becoming.

Time that sometimes,
Only sometimes,
And only for a day,
I wish could be rewound.

Back to the days of chocolate chip cookies and apple juice.
Back to the days when your crush was just the friend who shared the most animal crackers with you.
Back to the days when life's greatest disappointment was not actually flying when you jumped off the swing set.

Back to the glory days when digging up rocks in the river made us treasure hunter adventurers, and a big plastic pipe meant a cave expedition.
Back to the days when a splash of coffee in my milk made me feel like such an


Back to the days when the monotonous chaos of every day life was an adventure.
To cling to a fleeting moment in time for one more fleeting moment when life was a fairy tale.
When every hill was Mount Everest and every lizard was a great dragon,
And you were free to believe any dream you wanted.
Back to when imaginary friends were just as real as accepted versions of reality.
Back when peoples minds were the most free,
And being yourself wasn't like being a grasshopper pretending to be a tree.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

April Third

The sun comes up
The sun goes down
The found get lost
The lost get found
Sometimes you laugh
Sometimes you frown
Sometimes life's just upside down
But every time you get turned around
Someone somewhere finds solid ground

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

April Second

Fleeting thoughts
  Scribbled on blank pages.
    The trademarks of my life.

Monday, April 1, 2013

April First

Each day the sun rises
And just as seamlessly it falls
The routine somehow providing a break in the monotony of life
And so it begs the question of which is more beautiful
                         A sunrise
                         A sunset
A glorious dawn, radiant and shimmering
A glowing dusk, swathed in golden remembrance
                I had to decide that the ending was always more beautiful than the beginning
Everyday things begin, good and bad, and go unnoticed
And as often as things begin, they end,
      but the end is almost always more
           proclaimed than the beginning
Each morning the sun rises, unnoticed by
        the millions of slumbering creatures
             on Earth
Each evening the sun sets, bathing each
        individual in an unmistakable golden
Whether everyone notices they notice
             it or not, they notice it
And I find that as the golden glow
       shines in through my window, enveloping
                 my room in its warmth, I can't help
                      but think positively
I see triumphs
  Small victories
    And the good things in life
Little tragedies become insignificant
         amongst the many little victories and beginnings
Noticed only because the day has

National Poetry Month!

Hey guys!
As I just found out from my English teacher stepmother, April is National Poetry Month! In light of that fact, I am endeavoring to write a poem every day for this month, which will be posted here for your (hopefully) enjoyment!
Happy Poetry Month!